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Under the dark starry sky, the large ports of Cape de Tak were lit up with lights and people, and in the midst of the crowd of mortal servants, a group of tall space marines stood out from the crowd, they dispersed a clearing and surrounded it.

And Gavin was in the middle of it with a group of mortals in military coats.

"Commander Morris, on behalf of the Warband, I would like to thank Governor Mia for his support of us, as well as your Orne Defenders for their heroic efforts, and the Warband will not forget this kindness."

Gavin lowered his head and reached out to shake hands with Commander Morris, an honor that meant the highest to mortals, and it was enough to boast to the descendants of the family for hundreds of years for a proud Space Marine.

After saying the beautiful scene, Jiawen decided to come with something real, and with a wave of his hand, twenty battle-tested Emperor Poison Blade super heavy tanks drove over from one side and stopped in the open space next to him.

"Captain Jiawen, this is!?"

Commander Morris hesitated, he had already guessed Captain Gawen's intentions in his heart, but he couldn't believe his judgment, twenty Emperor Poison Blade Super Heavy Tanks were not easy to obtain, although they were high-imitation super heavy tanks, but this was still an unattainable luxury for the Galaxy Defense Force, which was only a local defense force and purely belonged to the third line of the Empire.

The Emperor Poison Blade Super Heavy Tank is in addition to those elite Imperial Defense Forces, other miscellaneous troops are difficult to find a place to buy good things even if they have money, and those war weapons produced by the Mechanicus Cult of Casting World will always be in a state of best-selling in the war-torn empire, and they are in short supply.

"This is something for you Orn System Defense, a souvenir of witnessing us fight side by side."

Gavin withdrew his palm and looked at the Emperor Poison Blade Heavy Tanks with scars and patches on their armor, these war behemoths were difficult for others to obtain, but for the Warmen Warband, who had a good relationship with the Mechanics and had permanent discounts, it was not as difficult to obtain them as expected.

And although these big and bulky guys are easy to use, they can't keep up with the rhythm of the Warden Warband at all, and forcibly staying there doesn't do much good except to increase the suspicion of the Inquisition.

Immediately afterward, despite Commander Morris's expression flushed with joy, Garvin added a super-heavy weight, a great surprise news for the Gregory family.

"There's one more thing I need to ask Commander Morris."

Gavin pointed to a team of Space Marines and three teams of Scouts on the side, and said in a deep voice.

"As a token of our gratitude to Governor Mia, the Warband of the Warmen have decided to sign a contract of friendship with the Gregory family, and this team of Space Marines and three teams of Scouts will witness our friendship, and they will stay under Governor Mia's flag for the next twenty years to protect her perimeter."

"Captain Jiawen, this, this, this!?"

Commander Morris stammered and didn't know what to say, but finally he forced his composure and said in a excited tone full of surprise.

"Captain Gavin, the Gregory family is willing to establish a friendship with the Warbenders and maintain it forever."

This is exactly what the Warband of Warbors has rewarded for supporting Governor Mia, sending five million system guards and a galaxy fleet to fight in distant systems.

The class of the imperial aristocracy, although Jiawen does not have much to deal with them, but if you think about it, you also know that those scum are idle all day long, either busy fighting for power and profit, or the guys who have a chaotic banquet will have a lot of patriotism, and how many loyal people of the emperor will be willing to dedicate themselves, and on the contrary, the imperial scum who always likes to drag off the real hindsight and make it more difficult for them accounts for the majority of the imperial aristocracy, and only a few will be like Governor Mia, willing to make a contribution to the empire.

Because of this, Gavin can now imagine how much pressure it will be for Governor Mia to send five million galactic defense forces and a galactic fleet for three years, and the ten space marines and three teams of scouts who have just been promoted will be the forces sent by the Warbend to support Governor Mia.

No matter where violence is, although it cannot solve all problems, violence can solve the people who have problems, and when the people who have problems are gone, the rest will be much easier to do, or even solve them head-on.

"Farewell, Commander Morris."

Gavin nodded at the mortal, then looked at the Space Marines and Scouts next to him.

"Brothers, remember the Oath of the Warband of the Warband, and in twenty years, there will be other brothers to take your place."

With that, Gavin turned around and boarded a dagger-class frigate parked in the harbor, and behind him, ten Space Marines and thirty scouts, as well as Commander Morris, silently raised their hands in the direction of Gavin's departure.

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The fleet has departed, six Stiletto-class frigates, as well as a host of transports and merchant ships sent by the Arthurs, who will return to the world of Mokar after a long month's voyage.

And nearly three hundred starmarines are spread over six Stiletto-class frigates, although it stands to reason that a frigate is generally stationed in one or two teams of starmarines when going into battle, which is the most reasonable match.

But first of all, the Overwatch warband doesn't have so many frigates for that luxury, and secondly, it's not that the right mix doesn't fit more Space Marines. In fact, it is actually possible to cram a completed starband, more than a thousand interstellar marines, not counting their weapons and vehicles, into a single frigate, regardless of the crowded situation.

Just by doing so, the frigate with limited space will inevitably not have enough space for those Space Marines to carry out daily training and prayer activities, and in addition to entering a state of hibernation, the huge amount of food they eat every day is enough to eat up all the supplies on the frigate in a short time.

And now the six frigates that share three companies, of course, there is not enough space for the Space Marines to carry out daily training, such as live ammunition mobile target shooting, traditional Star Soldier training and other daily training have to stop, because the above training requires enough space to carry out, only those one-on-one, two-on-two and other blocking training are still going on.

Fortunately, this kind of day will only last for a month, and it will not be too long without training, which will affect the state of the watcher.

And Gavin, who has been promoted to the hero level, and the other two company commanders are beginning to have nothing to do, their strength and speed are no longer something ordinary space marines can bear, and when the heroic star marines let go of their hands to fight, the destructive power of the two is too huge, and the narrow frigate can't withstand their combat impact.

And the affairs of the warband are not allowed to interfere at present, the professional affairs of outer space navigation should be handed over to professionals to deal with, as soldiers, they only need to know how to kill the enemy efficiently, those complex and numerous naval knowledge is not easy to learn, even if it is the head of a regiment, Jiawen, he only needs to understand, and does not need to study in depth.

Therefore, whether it is Gavin or Darius, and Galen, the three of them are currently quietly staying in their rooms, or going out to wander around.

After finding a corner of the frigate's logistics warehouse, setting up some traditional iron furnaces and iron felt, Gavin entertained himself and worked hard to create the magic weapons in his mind, or the steel works in the mouth of the master caster Heimerdinger.

In the never-ending sound of tinkling steel, a piece of pure gold steel ingot the size of a human head was repeatedly hammered by Gawen with a heavy hammer, and in the midst of the sparks, it was hammered into a thin irregular piece of steel.

Jiawen grabbed the towel next to him and wiped his naked body that was sweating profusely because of the high temperature, picked up the steel cone and iron hammer, and used brute force to draw on it for five minutes while the pure gold steel had not cooled down, skillfully and directly carved a crooked rune rune, and then charged it through the steel cone with the power of the storm.

After the rune emitted a faint light, symbolizing success, Jiawen quickly put the steel sheet into the quenched steel liquid next to it to cool and quench.

The rune engraved by Jiawen is just the most basic power rune, which does not require special materials or any special blessings, it only needs the power of the storm to induce it to work, but without the power of the storm to provide it to run, it is just an ornament.

And of course, it is so easy to carve and launch such a rune at such a small cost, its effect is also quite effective, and the power and characteristics it produces are not only insignificant for space marines, but also similar to chicken ribs for ordinary mortals - a kilogram of amplified power is certainly not bad for mortals, but the limitations of the power of the storm doom them to use such runes.

Those who can use it look down on it, and those who can afford it can't afford it, and those most basic and entry-level power runes in the system are in this embarrassing state.

Therefore, Jiawen only practiced his hands on the pure gold steel plate, and after the successful carving, Jiawen once again stretched the steel plate into the furnace at 2,000 degrees, and once again smelted it, and added a little pure gold, so that this piece of pure gold iron ingots used to practice runes and blacksmith skills, as well as pass the time, could last.

Time, in Gavin's beating of the poor piece of adamantite gold, was lost unconsciously, and when the fleet returned to the world of Mokal, Gavin let go of the piece of pure gold steel and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the affairs of the Warbend.

The 3,000 recruits in the reserve have been trained for three years without interruption, they have been qualified to conduct the trial of Mocha, the genetic seed test is being carried out in an orderly manner, and those who are not physically fit and determined enough will will be eliminated from the night watch, so that they can perform in the future, so that these soldiers can once again prove that they have the qualifications to become space marines with their own actions.

The reason why this trial is so long is that the meat consumed by the three thousand people is too large, and the mountain of meat is piled up, a thousand carnivorous dinosaurs, and five hundred tons of protein can only provide the consumption of more than a hundred recruit reserves, and they are eaten up by these big stomachs in the process of the Mocha trial.

Although there are currently more than 100,000 mortals in the training canyon supplying 3,000 people, and the endless farmland and vast sea are supplying endless protein and food, such a large-scale consumption in such a short period of time still emptied the meat and food that more than 100,000 people had stockpiled in three years in a few days.

It has to be said that the energy required in the process of werewolfification is too terrifying, and the Warden warband who did not expect this result was stunned and had to buy a large amount of meat and food through the Arthur family.

On top of that, the Overwatch warband has built a large number of iron spears and fishing boats, and now there are only two options left before the Space Marines and the Wolf Tooth Guardians, one is to hunt in the mountains and forests, and the other is to take fishing boats to catch fish with fishing nets and harpoons, or hunt those giant sea monsters.

As for the collection of materials from the mortals of Mokar, it is even more impossible, the tax collection activities four years ago have made those mortal kingdoms still not relieved, there is no famine and thanks to the Warden Warband, who pulled away hundreds of thousands of mortals, and killed hundreds of thousands of wilderness bandits, it is a powerful reduction in the mouth of eating food, so that the food produced back then is enough for the mortals of the Calradia continent to eat. (Narrator: What, you said that there would be a famine if there was too much population, so just kill it.) ）

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Just as the remaining Warband of the Warband was busy with the meat needed for the trial of Mocha for the three thousand recruits in the reserve, in the Oun system, a galaxy away, in the Gregory World, the radiant and unchanged Governor Mia was sitting in the back of the office, listening to Commander Morris's report.

"......, the Orn System Defense Force has lost more than 976,000 killed, more than 37,000 disabled, and 576 vehicles lost in three years......"

"Alright, those soldiers who go to war, I will ask the logistics officers to count their merits, and the rewards and pensions that deserve will be tripled as a reward for their brave fighting."

Governor Mia interrupted Commander Morris's briefing with a wave of her hand, and she leaned forward, swaying twice by the mountain that was wrapped in the Governor's coat of the galaxy, and asked.

"You should know what I want to know most, Commander Morris."

Morris hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to face Governor Mia, let alone admire the infinitely beautiful scenery, unless he didn't want to die.

"I'm sorry, Lord Governor, but Lord Garvin didn't ask me to hand over anything to you."

"......"

Governor Mia's heart twitched with a sigh of extreme disappointment, and he quietly looked up at Governor Mia's disappointed face and growing coldness, and the look that seemed to be a death sentence when he looked at him.

"Whoa......

Cold sweat instantly soaked the large-brimmed hat on Morris's head, and in order to save his life, he hurriedly said.

"But, Lord Governor, Lord Garvin has asked me to pass on my greetings to you, and to express the Warband of the Warband's willingness to forge friendship with the Gregory family."

"Besides, there's anything else Garvin-sama hasn't said!?"

In the face of Governor Mia's questioning, Morris really didn't dare to say a word, and under the pressure of life and death, Morris instantly came up with a countermeasure.

"Also, Lord Garvin has sent a team of Space Marines and three teams of Scouts to follow you and be at your disposal.

And Lord Garvin is still, he is always ready to welcome Mia-sama's visit and guest to the world of Mokar, and at the same time ......, at the same time ......, uh. ”

"At the same time, whatever."

Morris really didn't dare to talk nonsense, a lie needs countless lies to cover up, and he could only say that he had forgotten what Lord Garvin had passed on to Lord Mia.

"Useless waste, get out!"

Fortunately, Governor Mia was in a good mood at this time, although it was a little regrettable that the remaining words could not be heard because of Morris's waste, but Governor Mia, who had decided to meet Master Garvin in person, decided not to worry about that waste, and Governor Mia, who waved his hand in disgust, was soon in his office, indulging in his own fantasies, with his hands on his cheeks and his face flushed.

Maurice hurriedly saluted, then turned and walked out, only to be heard again by Governor Mia's voice as he pushed open the door.

"Wait a minute, Maurice."

"What's the matter, Lord Governor."

Sweaty Morris turned around, the panic in his heart was almost indescribable, could it be that what he had just said was debunked!?

"Morris, three years ago, I gave you the names of the people on the list, how are they!?"

Maurice breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that it was not his own reason.

"My lord, I am deeply ashamed that those mid-level commanders have all died heroically in the battle against the Orcs."

"In that case, then I will punish you for a week and then take your subordinates to the families of those fallen military families to offer condolences and escort and beneficiature. Remember, pick some reliable and bloodthirsty veterans to carry out this, and I don't want anything to go wrong.

By the way, now arrange a time, I need to meet with Lord Jiawen's subordinates. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency Governor, I'll do my errand."

"Well, hurry up, I hope there won't be any more bugs in my backyard before I leave the Orn system."

A sinister smile appeared on Governor Mia's blush that had not yet dissipated, and his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flickered here.

"No one can stop me from meeting with Lord Jiawen, no one!" (Narrator: are really scary, trembling and shaking.) ）

Within an hour, the news of the return of four million veterans of the battle-hardened galaxy defense forces and the galaxy fleet calmed down the people in the Orn system who had some careful thoughts and small calculations, and the subsequent appearance of a team of interstellar marines and three teams of scouts calmed down some forces that were ready to go off the rails and take advantage of the fire, and then gave up all the previous preparations and lurked unwillingly.

However, although those forces hiding in the shadows know the similar idiom that the law does not blame the public, they absolutely do not know that sometimes for the ruling class, it is better to kill a thousand wrong. Don't let one go before it becomes the truth.